Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 221: what you’re looking at

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2¢8 ANGELINA; OR, “It was'—it was!—my poor, but guilty Emmelloe;” returned Eustace, with a burst of agony. ‘S Oh, Eustace, you wrong her, by Heaven you do,” sobbed forth Kate, * the feul breath of calumny blasted her character, but yet was her soul as spotiess as when she first drew the breath of life.’’ ‘Ah! hew know you that?—-And who are you, who seemeth so well acquainted with me and my family ?—Unfortunate Emmeline ;—but you are no more, and oh, may the remembrance of your érrors sleep with you.” ‘‘ Sir Eustace Arlingham,” observed Kate, ina voice of deep emotion, and struggling hard to subdue her feelings ; ‘‘ your wronged and calunmiated sister atill lives s--Emmeline is net dead |” “Not dead!— my sister still living! cried Sir Eustace, evincing the greatest possible anguish, anxiety, und suspense; **oh, repeat those blesced words again !—But you cannot be speaking the truth —you are only tanta- lizing my feelings,-and sporting with a heart alreddy so deeply lacerated ; -—how should you know! And yet; your looks,—your tears ;— what feeling is this which comes over me ?—A mist seems to falf from before mine e:e8.— My sister living !-—Oh, if 50u do indeed speak the truth, tell. mes where, where shall I find her ?”’ “+ And would you receive her with affection 7?—Would you “Viator patiently to her ‘melancholy recital, which would show you at once how gressly you have been deceived, -how much Emmeline has been wronged, and by that man whom you theught your friend ?”° ** Good God ! surely I am labouring under some mysterious delusion s— T cannot hear aright; ejacniated Sir Eustace ; ‘‘ weuld I receive my poor Emmeline with the affection of a brother !—Oh, Heaven! thou knowest that J would,and with what transport ;—even though she be guilty of the vices with which her character has been stigmatized !— What a precious boon would sbe | be to my declining years, and —— but you rack me, woman ;—say, where is she ?— Where shall J fiod my sister ?”’ “* Eustace ! dear, dear Eustace,” cried Kafe with a passionate flood of tears, putting back her white hood, and kneeling at the feet of the astonished man ; ‘‘ and has, then, time, care, and the disguise I have assumed, so altered me, that you do not know me ?7—But—but look stedfastly into these features, or if you fail to recogtfize the likeness of pne who was once dear to ycu, consult the emotions of your own heart, and behold your sister, your long lost sister Emmeline, kneeling at your feet !’’ ‘¢ Emmeline !”’ cried Sir Eustace, with distended eyes, and his limbs agi- tated with convulsive emotions, as he fixed his gaze upon the weeping woman kneeling at his feet; ‘‘ great Heaven! is it possible !—And have we, then, so often met, and yet I not to remember you ?—But it must be; yes, yes, my heart would not thus instinctively throb for any one but my sister ! She is 1e- stored to me !—Rustace is not left alone in the world, Emmeline, dear, dear Emmeline, sister, and mother of --— No, I dare not utter that name; itis coupled with disgrace and shame, and at once dashes away the honied cap I had just raised to my lips, and replaces it with one of poison. No—no,—Em, meline, I pardon you, but I dare not, will not recognize you as the mother of my Angelina.”’ COMIC OOOKS. EO